Rhaneld

Rhaneld is a human child who played a prank on  Bastian d'Zinn outside of Elerrathin's Home in the Lower City of Baldur's Gate in Act Three.

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I was just playing - I wasn't even aiming at him.

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— Rhaneld

Involvement

Act Three

Rhaneld is a son of a dockworker, berated and abused by an Upper City dweller. While playing in the streets, Rhaneld threw a pebble and accidentally hit a man by a name of Bastian d'Zinn, who seems to have come from the Upper City. Bastian tries to ruse up a scandal, wanting passers-by to believe the boy did his mischief intentionally and has to be punished.

However, the inhabitants of Lower City who gathered around see the situation rather pragmatically - they understand the man is clearly overreacting and answer him accordingly.

If spoken to, Rhaneld says he was just playing, not aiming at anyone. He complains it is not fair if kids cannot play wherever they want.

Rhaneld's reactions to the party vary depending on the resolution of ⁠Stop the Presses quest.

If  Gortash is defeated, Rhaneld and Bastian as well as the rest of the crowd disperse, and cannot be found or interacted with again.

Idle banter

Thyssa chimes in on the banter between Bastian d'Zinn and other characters.

• Bastian d'Zinn

  Is this what the city is coming to? A man cannot stroll the thoroughfare without being assaulted by juvenile thugs?

• Rhaneld

  It was just a pebble.

• Bastian d'Zinn

  Just a pebble? A pebble could take out an eye, break a tooth, enter an open mouth and block a gullet.

• Bastian d'Zinn

  Is that what you wish? Do you wish to choke me to death? Perhaps loot my purse after?

• Thyssa Shineboot

  Ease up, won't you? It was just a tiny stone bounced off your rump, not a ballista bolt.

• Bastian d'Zinn

  Precisely the attitude that is ruining this city! No pride! No discipline! No consequences!

• Bastian d'Zinn

  Gutter-filth. And I suppose your mother squeezed out a whole litter just like you. Filling the damn city to the brim like a slop-bucket.

• Bastian d'Zinn

  You're just the sort that Lord Gortash warns us of. Just the sort he'll deal with.

• Rhaneld

  I'm sorry...

• Bastian d'Zinn

  You will be. Once order is restored.

• Tylman Sands

  Hear, hear.

• Merriolle

  'Hear, hear'? Surely you can't agree with how he's talking to a child? It's out of order!

• Tylman Sands

  My shop's pilfered from every day by runts like him. City should be for proper folk, who earn their crust.

• Bastian d'Zinn

  There was a time when we'd have a pillory in the Wide, small enough even for street pups like you.

• Bastian d'Zinn

  Perhaps Lord Gortash will revive that grand tradition.

• Rhaneld

  I won't do it again, I swear.

• Merriolle

  Don't you have nothing else to do but browbeat this boy?

• Bastian d'Zinn

  And what do you propose? Just let him run amuck, no lesson heeded?

• Bastian d'Zinn

  I doubt he has a father to discipline him - probably dead in an alley or drunk in a tavern.

• Rhaneld

  No, he works. At the docks.

• Bastian d'Zinn

  Oh, I'm sure. Gutting fish, is he? Or perhaps he works the street corner? Nothing would surprise me with your kind.

• Thyssa Shineboot

  I don't care if the lad threw a bloody boulder at you - that's out of line!

• Rhaneld

  I said I'm sorry. Can I go now?

• Bastian d'Zinn

  You can go when I'm through with you, little brat.

• Thyssa Shineboot

  You've had your say, now clear off. Go back to the Upper City.

• Merriolle

  Why are you here, anyway?

• Bastian d'Zinn

  I am a gentleman who may venture where he pleases - it is you who must mind where they go, and do not forget it!